Li Yenan wanted to say something else, but Zhou Yuan had already followed Dai Aoyang away.
Li Yenan sighed and dragged all the boxes into the house.
...
Wancheng No. 1 High School, on campus.
Zhou Yuan and Wang Xiaoman followed Dai Aoyang towards the classroom.
Along the way, everyone was listening to Dai Aoyang talking about Wang Zhuoyue. Wang Xiaoman seemed very excited.
And at this time.
In a classroom in the first high school, a boy of about sixteen years old was sitting quietly.
Today is Sunday, most of the classmates have gone home, but he is the only one who is still sitting in the classroom, reviewing his homework.
He is Wang Zhuoyue.
Wang Zhuoyue's life may be different from others. He lost his father and mother when he was young, and his sister, who depended on each other for life, also disappeared when he was ten years old.
He has a dream that when he becomes a talented person in the future, he can use his abilities to travel to every city to find his sister. That is his only belief.
It is also his hope to survive.
He wants to find his sister.
You want to see people alive, you want to see corpses when you die!
In the quiet classroom, you can hear a needle drop.
Wang Zhuoyue was still reading books quietly, extremely immersed in it. Even if there was the sound of high heels hitting the ground in the classroom, or even if a woman walked into the classroom, he was not aware of it.
Wang Xiaoman walked in from outside.
She looked at the young man sitting in the classroom, with his handsome appearance and familiar face, and she became calmer and calmer. This face, this person, she didn't dream about every night when she was in Bloody Rose, but
Every time she woke up from the dream, she would burst into tears.
And today, she finally saw him again.
Six years ago, he was ten years old. Today, he has grown into a big boy.
Wang Xiaoman came to Wang Zhuoyue and quietly watched him sitting on his seat reading a book seriously.
Probably sensing someone's presence, Wang Zhuomo suddenly raised his head, and his eyes fell on Wang Xiaoman's face.
When the two people's eyes met, Wang Zhuoyue was confused for a while, but maybe he was still young when she left and he couldn't recognize her.
"Sister, who are you?" Wang Zhuomo looked at Wang Xiaoman doubtfully and asked.
Wang Xiaoman suddenly smiled knowingly and wiped the corners of his eyes.
She knelt down, looked up at Wang Zhuoyue, her cute and charming face was filled with a trace of innocence, and asked: "Little brat, don't you recognize me?"
Wang Zhuoyue was confused again, shook his head and said with a smile: "Miss, it seems that we have never met before, how can I know you?"
Wang Xiaoman chuckled.
"Then let me ask you, everyone else has gone back to rest on Sunday, why are you still sitting here? Aren't you tired?" Wang Xiaoman asked.
Wang Zhuozhou shook his head: "I'm in good health and I'm not tired. By the way, sister, who are you? I've never seen you in school. Could you be the new teacher?"
Wang Xiaoman stood up, pressed Wang Zhuoyue's desk with both hands, and squinted his eyes: "You little brat, you really don't know me. You are a stinky white-eyed wolf and a heartless villain."
"Sister, why are you scolding me?" Wang Zhuoyue looked up at her.
"Why are you scolding you? I still want to beat you." Wang Xiaoman raised his fist.
Wang Zhuoyue scratched his head. He really didn't know when he had offended such a woman.
He curled his lips, took the book and changed seats, wanting to be further away from Wang Xiaoman.